Let Me Love You (48)

He fisted my hair with his other hand, tipping my head back. He slanted his mouth back over mine, taking my tongue. And every coherent thought, too.

And before I knew it, he had me back on the bed, but he didn’t join me. He remained at the edge, shoved down his boxer briefs, then fisted his cock a few times, simply staring at me.

“On all fours.” The rough demand had chills chasing down my spine.

Shyness took over, and I bent my knees to my chest, hiding my body. “Why?”

He angled his head and wet his lips. “Because I’m going to eat your pussy from that angle. Not just because I want that gorgeous ass in my face but because I’ll just miss that spot of yours you love me touching so much, and it’ll make you slightly delirious.”

My knees parted a little at the promise of what was to come, but I didn’t fully surrender. “And do I want to be delirious?” I mean, do I? This was all new for me. My life had been vanilla with a side of vanilla before this man.

“You do, trust me.” He pointed to my legs with his free hand, continuing to stroke his cock while his abdominal wall flexed and tightened. “Now, show me that greedy cunt of yours. I know you want me to see it. Show me how fucking wet you are.”

God, he was right. I slowly spread open my legs and touched myself. “What happens next, after you, um, kiss . . . um . . .” I read books, sure. But dirty talk in real life? Could I do it?

A devilish smirk passed across his lips. “After I eat your pussy, just missing that sweet spot, I’ll flip you over and give you what you need.”

He let go of himself and climbed onto the bed. He reached for my leg and set a kiss on the top of my foot, then my knee. He worked his mouth all the way up, kissing my inner thighs without touching my sex, which was slightly agonizing.

“On your hands and knees,” he demanded in a rough voice as he shifted to my side to allow me to obey.

Once in position, his hand skated down my spine, and I arched like a cat with my ass in the air. When he set his lips to my wet sex, I cried out his name and bunched the bedding, fisting the fabric. He stroked, sucked, and feverishly licked. But as promised, he just missed that tender area, which had me borderline crazy.

I bucked and moved. Shifted. Even did some freaking Pilates thing to try and get my ass higher in the air, desperate for his mouth to hit that one spot, but he didn’t give it to me. Instead, he kept bringing me to the edge, and the anticipation of what was to come had me dizzy.

“Enzo,” I begged between pants as he flicked his tongue against that spot for one torturous second.

His fingertips bit into the sides of my ass as he kept me locked in place. I cried and pleaded for relief, never having experienced anything like this in my life.

Delirious? Yeah, he was right.

I wasn’t sure how long he’d feasted on me, but then he swatted my ass so hard, it stung. I didn’t have time to react to the delicious sensations coursing through me at the contact, because he flipped me over and pinned my body beneath his.

My legs went over his shoulders while he sank his mouth over my pussy, and I may have died for a second when he set his mouth over the sensitive area and licked.

He was right. I’d never felt like this before. Never knew I could even feel like this.

I was panting, gasping for breath as every part of my body tensed, and the muscles in my legs went tight, and then I exploded. And screamed. Cried and melded into the mattress with relief.

That wasn’t an orgasm. It was an out-of-body experience. I’d seen the other side. And it’d been beautiful. Because he’d been with me. He didn’t take my virginity, but he took my soul. I was certain of that.

“Enzo.” My whole body collapsed as I came down, breathing hard.

He worked his mouth over my stomach before climbing on top of me, and he locked our hands together over my shoulders.

“You taste amazing, Tesoro.”

Tesoro. I loved my nickname from him so damn much. “I wouldn’t know,” I teased, trying to smile, but every part of me was spent, even my lips. And yet, I’d give anything for him to be inside me.

“Be with me,” I whispered, my eyes watering a little. “Please.”

A rough sound left his mouth as he rotated his hips, allowing his thick cock to slide over my soaked sex, and he tightened his hold on my hands.

He closed his eyes, and I could see the battle. The indecision in the lines of his face and the tight draw of his lips.

“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours,” I reminded him. “Take me, please.”

“Are you on the pill?” he gritted out, and heaven help me, was he finally going to give in?

“No, I’m not,” I admitted. “Why torture myself when I’m not even having sex, you know?” But then my stomach dropped when I caught a shadow from the doorway. “Enzo,” I cried in shock.

He was off me in a second and standing at the realization one of our security guys was there.

Enzo snatched the comforter at the side of the bed and covered me with it before facing the man even though he was still naked and rock-hard.

“I’m so sorry.” The guard had a hand in the air, but he didn’t bother to close his eyes or shield his face from the view of the sexy Italian before him. “You were gone a long time. No answer on your phone. The door was unlocked. I heard her screaming.”